I met a little ermine fur
\nwith beaming bright blue eyes
\nLapis lazuli could’t hold a candle
\nAnd her size
\nCarried in a tiny pouch
\nPeering at us all
\nJust a baby with out care
\nOf even if she might fall<\/p>\n
No ideas about ISIS
\nCameron or the Pope
\nPaedophile’s,and the bulk denials
\nEven which brand of soap
\nJust an innocent baby
\nReady to be shown
\nA lovely life if possible
\nWhere the right seeds are sown<\/p>\n
She could have been in Pusan
\nIn Seoul or in Canton
\nTaken by the butchers
\nAnd very soon be gone
\nTorn out of existence
\nA cutlet on a sink
\nTo fill the guts of some dark spirit
\nCloser to the brink<\/p>\n
But she was here in London
\nBeing cared for by a lass
\nWho doted on her clearly
\nHere was no morass
\nOf evil or of tragedy
\nFor this wee spirit knew
\nShe was one of the lucky ones
\nFate for her was true<\/p>\n
A little kitten I spoke to yesterday
\nSuch a beautiful emanation her light
\nSpread all around the room<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I met a little ermine fur with beaming bright blue eyes Lapis lazuli could’t hold a candle And her size Carried in a tiny pouch Peering at us all Just a baby with out care Of even if she might … Continue reading